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Underneath
I'm numb
With the cool damp cobblestones beneath
Beneath my callous feet
The earth is deep
And the elation within me is sinking
Along with the thoughts ringing my mind
I know the ropes are going to fall
And let this ship wreck on my internal rocks
Crashing it all
Broken cherry wood
My heart's meat is duct taped too painfully dry
Not the air,is a watery fog
Holding my body,in a sweaty waterfall
Pressure is building
And yet,I crawl on the grass,searching
And where is the ground?
Its too real.
Everything.
Numb.
This poem was made...I'm so numb.I wanted to write,even when I'm like this.Others should
write when they are in this state...to the see afterwards.

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I was numb
3 months () (Permalink)I was numb, once. I spent six of my eighteen years being numb. And when I stopped being numb, I spent two years searching for the numbness. Now, I am better. I am 2 months clean of cutting. I no longer want to die. I want to live.
This may not seem at all relevant to you or your poem, but I just wanted you to see that it IS possible to come out the other side. If I can do it, (and it took a lot of work) then anyone can do it, with enough work. I was as down as down can be, but now, I am proud to say I am happy. You can be happy, too. Just keep focusing on that light at the end of the tunnel.
♥ Alice
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wow thats a awsome poem i
3 months () (Permalink)wow thats a awsome poem i know how you feel
hi my name is peter ive been a cutter and ive been picing at my scabs for 5 years now but im trying to stop my outlet is listing to music just message me if you want to chat
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